Along Highways 120 and 49 are a number of scattered towns, some defunct and others on the brink of it, having settled during the California gold rush of the 1850s, and for many, disappeared about as quickly as they sprung up. Others have managed to linger until today.

The proverbial state-issued town sign. And the last one in a sans serif font in this town.	I suspect both the market and the restrooms are recent additions, right down to the to-be-expected, stereotypical Chinese-looking fonts. Despite the absence of customers, they are open, I assure you.
The post office and their single-truck loading dock off to the side.	Every town has their fixer-uppers, and the soft real estate market is affecting sales here, too.	A look north-ish along Main Street. The buildings aren't new, but... that's it, they're not new.